Friday, July 22, 2011

Today, my palate craved a peach. The neighborhood fruit market has a “ripe” sense of humor. Little handwritten signs are set around the peach table. “You can squeeze the peaches if I can squeeze your head. Da!” “Hey, don’t squeeze my peaches. Understand?” I chuckled as I spotted a nice Georgia peach. I gently clasped the fuzzy fruit to test its squeeze-ability. It passed the test! Now, where’s the cream?